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“Let’s start by getting out of here and finding you some proper clothes. Oh, and Inej,” he said as he led her out of the salon, “don’t ever sneak up on me again.”

felt the need to draw em so I colored one of the rejected comic concepts. Crows assemble

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“my child is fine” your child has been listening to achilles come down for weeks on end

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Feyre: Can I become a High Lady?

Tamlin:

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Archeron sisters from A court of thorns and roses 

Nesta, Elain & Feyre 

just thought that it would be good if i uploaded them together xoxo

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FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN FICTION: bryce quinlan (crescent city: house of earth and blood)

“There’s nothing wrong with being a party girl. I don’t get why the world thinks there is.” But she considered his words. “It’s easier for me–when people assume the worst about what I am. It lets me see who they really are.”

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No one in Elfhame:

Cardan:

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List of Books to Read Before You Die

1. Any book you want

2. Don’t read books you don’t want to read

3. That’s it

4. Congratulations you did it

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Sarah you can’t keep doing this to us

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some of you never had to crawl out of the harbor using your dead brother’s body as a flotation device and it shows

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poppy: i stabbed him. i stabbed him in the heart.

casteel:

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#sibling energy

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Oh my god this thread makes me so happy !!

I just really want to write a book (in fact, I think that I’m going to) where the protagonist is in a wheelchair. And they live in a city where there’s a group of superheroes. And there’s a big, magical, villain because of course there is.

And since they were a young child, this protagonist has wanted nothing more than to join the group of superheroes. Like they’re a huge fan of the group and they just know that it’s their destiny to join.

And one day, when wheeling through the city, they see the group of heroes fighting the villain. And they quickly wheel over and cry, “Let me help!”

But the ‘heroes’ laugh and instead make a whole bunch of ableist remarks.

And so the protagonist has to prove themselves.

And the villain is trying to warn them to stop.

But the protagonist ends up taking their footrest off of their wheelchair and they swing it. And it hits the villain in the side of the face and the villain collapses and groans in pain.

And so the protagonist proudly smiles and turns to the group of heroes.

Because they just proved that they are strong and worthy enough.

But the group of ‘heroes’ still keeps making ableist remarks.

And the protagonist is shocked.

And meanwhile, the ‘villain’ staggers to their feet and is standing next to the protagonist’ wheelchair.

And one of the ‘heroes’ goes too far when calling the protagonist the R word.

And the protagonist and the ‘villain’ just sort of glance at one another.

And the ‘villain’ is just like, “You know…I can zap them for you…if you want.”

And the protagonist hesitates and says, “Yeah, alright!”

One fried group of heroes later, the ‘villain’ says, “Why do you think that I’m always fighting them? They’re all a bunch of assholes.”

And the protagonist sadly nods and starts to wheel away.

Then:

“Hey, do you want a job?”

The protagonist turns at the villain’s remark. And the protagonist mumbles something like, “Oh, come on. I don’t need your pity.”

And the ‘villain’ is like, “Pity!? Do I look like someone who hands out pity!? I don’t pity you! I’m kind of afraid of you, to be honest! I mean…I’m going to have a giant bruise on my face because of you.”

“Yeah…sorry…”

“Water under the bridge! So, what do you say? Do you want a job?”

And the protagonist thinks about it for a minute before shrugging.

And the ‘villain’ is all excited because they’ve wanted someone to work with them for years but no mortal is allowed to ‘step into’ their lair.

And then the ‘villain’ stops and is like, “Hang on…you can’t work with me in that.”

And they gesture to the protagonist’s wheelchair.

And the protagonist is all embarrassed.

And then the villain goes, “Because we can get you a much better wheelchair! It’ll look great! And it’ll be indestructible! And it’ll have all sorts of weapons and gadgets! Hey, how do you feel about flying…?”

And all of that is literally in the first chapter and then the rest of the story follows the two going around the city like BAMFs, forcing people to stop being ableist, one way or another. And maybe it’ll have some commentary on the scale of morality and what it truly means to be a hero and what it truly means to be a villain.

Would anyone be interested in this!?

Because I really want to write it!?

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I learned recently that at least some tribes of early Britons (in particular the Silures and Picts) were actually dark-skinned people with curly black hair. Contemporary sources compared them to Iberians and even Africans.

This supposedly has to do with the fact that the original Celts were Iberian and their ancestors migrated across the strait of Gibraltar from Africa. The red-haired and pale look typically associated with Celtic identity likely comes from admixture from Germanic peoples. Remember that everyone’s ancestors came from Africa if you go far back enough.

Evidence of this phenotype can still be seen in some people today, particularly those from Wales and other western coastal regions. For example:

Welsh presenter Alex Jones

Welsh footballer Chris Coleman

Welsh actress Catherine Zeta-Jones who can notably pass for Hispanic.

English actor Ian McShane

It’s important to note that none of these people are immigrants or descended from immigrants. They all come from families native to the British Isles.

The take-home message here is A) don’t ever let anyone tell you British = pale and B) this

may actually be one of the most accurate versions of Guinevere we’ve seen so far.

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WHAT IS LOVE IF NOT THE SHARING OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL?

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UGH CAN’T WAIT

New Acosf review

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hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is. 

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me. 

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

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I cringed so hard all throughout this that now my face is permanently stuck in a cringe. I repeat I can not uncringe. My face hurts and I am in pain and I think that’s enough internet for today

BRO 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮